him. Wouldn't that be beautiful?' He smiled and slapped Cy on the shoulder. 'You know something, Cy, I've sent a countless number of assassins after Shadow over the years, and you're the first to come back alive. You should take pride in that. You're one in perhaps a thousand, and now you'll get another chance to complete your mission.'
Cy pulled away from the captain. 'You do what you want, but I'll have no part of it.'
Lume narrowed his gaze. 'You'll do what I tell you, or you'll be dead.' He stepped toward Cy and lowered his hand to his saber.
Cy stood his ground. 'You sent me to die once already. I'm not going back.'
The captain brought his sword up in a quick arc, hitting Cy squarely under the jaw with the pommel as the blade scraped out of its scabbard.
The young assassin fell back, and he held his hand to his face, trying to stop the flow of blood as he stared up at his captain from the floor. Two armed guards came through the tent flap, their swords drawn.
'Take him back to his tent,' Lume instructed the men, 'and make sure he doesn't go anywhere.' He turned back to the young man on the floor. 'He'll be needed shortly- to finish his failed duties.'
Two days later, Lume sent a group of guards to escort Cy to the party's armory. The captain was there briefing a small group of men on the coming assassination.
'I will personally accompany you men to make sure that this time we succeed where Cy failed,' intoned Lume. He smiled at Cy as the guards untied the younger man's bonds. 'Cy will go along, under my personal supervision, to provide the necessary details about Shadow's home and habits.' He looked out at the crowd of assembled assassins. 'If this man-' he pointed to Cy-'attempts to escape or in any other way avoid his duty to this group, he is to be executed. Do I make myself clear?'
Every head in the group nodded assent.
Each of the assassins was given special boots that masked the sound of their footsteps and special cloaks that made them more difficult to see, and each was issued an amulet that made them less susceptible to the effects of Shadow's magic.
'These won't protect you from the shadows,' explained Lume, 'but they will make you less of a target for the archwizard.'
Cy gritted his teeth. This whole mission might not be necessary had he had one of those amulets on the first attempt.
Then Lume gave each of the men a light crossbow with a single bolt, and a small dagger, and they left for Karsus. The plan was for Cy to lead the other assassins into Shadow's bedchamber where they would overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
'The archwizard won't try to use anything too deadly inside the small confines of that room,' strategized the captain. 'He'll more likely try to subdue us as he did Cy, or enspell the whole group to make us think he is our ally and deal with us individually at his leisure. We're not going to let that happen. As soon as we get in sight, we unload with the crossbows. The bolts I gave you are magically enhanced to ensure a perfect strike. You only have one, because if you fail, there won't be an opportunity for another shot. Keep him distracted, so he can't use his magic, and we should all live through this.' Lume looked at each of the assassins in turn. 'Once Shadow is dead, we find his wand, and we get out of there and celebrate.'
The other raiders let out a loud whoop at their captain's confidence. Cy kept his mouth shut. It wasn't going to be that easy, and he knew most of these men, himself included, weren't coming back. He just hoped that one of those who wasn't going back to camp would be Captain Lume.
At the entry to Shadow's opulent home, Lume jabbed the end of his saber into Cy’s ribs. 'Now, be a good lad and show us in.'
Cy led the silent, nearly invisible band of assassins down the long hallway into the decadent siting room. In complete silence, the entire troop weaved through the blonde constructs and marched down toward the bedchamber.
Just as before, the door at the end of the hall was ajar and a light was on inside the room. Cy beckoned the other assassins ahead of him and pressed himself against the wall. The raiders complied and moved around him, taking up positions on either side of the door. Lume came up behind Cy, and he nodded to the waiting troops. One of them held his hand out and silently counted to three with his fingers, then he charged through the door, the others following him in.
From where he was standing, Cy could only see the men leave the hall. With the boots they were wearing, he couldn't even hear them move. He and Captain Lume waited for the sounds of a scuffle or of magic being cast, but they never came. After several moments of silence, one of the men came back into the hall and waved the two men in. Lume pushed Cy by the shoulder, and he moved around the door in front of his captain.
The bedchamber was still in a shambles, but the wall was once more intact where the ogres had burst into the room. The other assassins stood around, casting nervous glances back and forth as if something invisible might sneak up on them. Cy moved over toward the wall, stopping briefly at the chest of drawers where his enchanted dagger was still resting.
I'd rather die with this in my hand, he thought. He picked up the blade.
When he reached the section of wall where the secret door had been, he placed his hand where he thought the doorframe might begin. His ringers slipped through the wall. The archwizard hadn't fixed the broken section, he had simply cast a spell over the opening. It would be a simple matter of stepping through the illusion to get to the stairs beyond.
Cy straightened up and headed out into the hall, motioning to Lume as he did.
The captain glared at Cy and asked, 'What's going on?'
'Shadow has a laboratory in the basement behind that wall. He's cast an illusion over the opening to make us think the wall is solid, but if I were him, I'd have other defenses in place as well. I think we're better off hiding out here and waiting for him to come out.'
Lume nodded and pushed Cy back through the door. The captain arranged the assassins in strategic positions around the room, then he went back into the hallway, dragging Cy with him, waiting from relative safety.
Hours passed. The assassins waited. Finally, the wall wobbled as the illusion allowed someone to pass through. Shadow was looking down at a contraption in his hands and not at all paying attention to his surroundings. The wand was stuck in the belt of his robe, and he didn't appear to have any of the bruises or scars that a man who had been brutally beaten by two ogres should have.
Two steps into the bedroom, the archwizard realized that something was wrong, and he began to cast a spell. The assassins unloaded their crossbows, and the man screamed, dropping the gadget in his hands and stumbling toward the bed, his spell lost on his lips.
Cy watched as the wizard fell to his knees, and Lume let out an excited yelp and bolted into the room, his dagger in hand. Shadow was holding his hands against his chest and looking at the ground. He was bleeding quite heavily.
'Well, well, well,' intoned Lume. He was standing a few feet away from the archwizard with a large smile on his face. 'If it isn't the mighty archwizard Shadow. Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to kill you?'
The man looked up from his position on the floor, and he finished mouthing the lasts words of another spell. He glared up at the captain as the magical bolts jutting from his body shot back out, sailing across the room and striking the assassins who had shot them. Every one of them fell to the floor, dead with a bolt buried in his forehead. Shadow continued to bleed, and he put his hand out to steady himself. His skin turned quite pale.
'No. Frankly,' said the wizard, 'you have a lot of competition when it comes to assassinating me.'
Lume didn't waste any time. He crossed to the wizard and pushed him to the floor, taking the wand from his belt with one hand and placing the edge of his dagger to Shadow's throat with the other.
'Well allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lume, and I work for Olostin.'
'Yes.' Shadow coughed hard. 'Yes, I recognize the name. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.'
'Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.' He turned to Cy. 'Is this the wand you spoke of,' he asked, holding up the crystal-tipped rod.
'It appears to be, yes.'
The captain took a step back and turned again to the archwizard.
No longer under the watchful eyes of a band of assassins, Cy lunged at Lume with his dagger. 'Die, you pig!'
